The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!

Burn brightly without burning out. Throw your heart over the fense and the rest will follow. Keep your face to the sunshine and you wont see the shadows

I prefer to stroll which has a buddy at nighttime, than by itself inside the light.

Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means that we choose between two bodies of real, though not avowed, autocrats. We choose between Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!

The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

If I write what my soul thinks it will be visible, and the words will be its body.